How long has she been walking; she’s lost track of time. She can feel the gravel crunch beneath her shoes, the pain of the blisters as they rub and bleed on her heels. Faded curtains blow slowly in the breeze in the house up ahead. The heat is stifling, the front door ajar. She enters, wipes the grimy sweat from her neck, breath ragged.
Music plays faintly from another part of the house. “Is anyone home?” – no response. Flies buzz in the corner over some left overs. All she needs is a glass of water and to use the phone. She takes another step … a floorboard creaks and she feels a creeping sensation in the pit of her stomach. …tbc
Love, Light and Laughter by Abigail Zoe Martin 
Hi Abigail.
That is great writing very atmospheric. You really have a talent and I hope you continue and succeed.
Lots of love Line xxx
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Thank you so much Line! I was writing it last night on my sofa, still in my coat as we had just taken the dogs out and it’s freezing! It just popped into my head and needed to be released. X
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